-
If I let go of your wandering hand,
Would the alabaster moon lose its lust’r
In the tidal lashes of your green eyes
Would the sea faring man weep tears at dawn,
If I let go, would the nascent babe grow
Leprous, would mighty palms tumble and rot
That summer’s breeze yield to miasmatic
Gale, that earth’s perennial glow shall flick’r
And fade, Pray that I would have valor yet
To wrench this bless’d havoc from your gallant
Jaw, wish it not though act quick I must but
Try with all my strength to resist knowing,
All powers of fate strong and meek beware
the ineffable past brushing your hair.
- by LunarSpooner |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/03/2009 |
- Skip
Comments (3 Comments)
- LunarSpooner - 01/03/2009
-
oops, guess i forgot about that part
thanks for pointing that out - Report As Spam
- crooked_signal - 01/03/2009
- Good stuff. What's your rhyme sceme though?
- Report As Spam
- Lithium-Irony - 01/03/2009
-
Fantastic.
That's honestly all I have to say.
Keep up the excellent writing! - Report As Spam